B for Bondage

By Jack Brighton

Having failed the Medieval History course, Ally McCann was staring expulsion in the face, but this hunky rugby playing student had a cunning plan. The History teacher was gay and would undoubtedly change the grade in exchange for some favours. Why else did Dr. Baxter invite him to his home when Ally asked to meet in order to discuss his situation? The upgrade to a B would be a formality.
Wrong!
Dr. Gareth Baxter was gay, but he was far from desperate. And this older, but decidedly sexy, expert in medieval torture wants much more. It will require some practical education and serious discipline – pain and ecstasy in a medieval pillory if Ally wants to get that grade.
So off they set on a variety of tests - first humiliation then physical punishments laced with sensational treats. Follow Ally’s path along his trials and tribulations under the whip, the crop, the paddle, and Gareth Baxter’s own personal equipment that he uses to devilish effect. It’s a heck of a lesson the young lad takes as he earns his ‘B’ for Bondage.
Warning: This book contains explicit gay m/m content and is suitable for readers 18 and above.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Firm Hand Books
• Release date: Aug 23, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465792198

Jack Brighton

Jack Brighton is a British author who specialises in M/M erotica - most of which, but by no means all, falls into the category of BDSM - a way of life that he has rich experience of. There are romantic overtones in some of his work, but you tend to get what it says on the label. All the books fall under the banner 'Flaming Hot Gay BDSM' or 'Flaming Hot Gay Erotica', so don't expect anything else. But do expect them to be flaming hot, with plenty of storyline and character development. A dry sense of humour also features, and a very vivid imagination. He is best known for his 'Tales from The Wild Side' series, where that imagination runs riot.Jack was brought up in a mining community in the west of Scotland, took his degree at Stirling, did a year's post- graduate in Edinburgh, then moved south to London, where he taught for a few years before moving into the finance sector, based in The City. Many of his stories draw on this background - as a gay man trying to find himself in what was more often than not a hostile environment.Having given up the rat race, Jack became a full time writer in 2010. He now lives in Brighton with his long term partner.Jack has also written mainstream fiction under the pen name J. K. Brighton.

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B for Bondage

(Flaming Hot Gay BDSM)

By Jack Brighton

Copyright Tom Farrell aka Jack Brighton, 2011

Published by Firm Hand Books at Smashwords

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot Gay BDSM Collection

Tales from The Wild Side Extract – Welcome to The Wild Side

His Nemesis Trilogy Extract – His Nemesis

Men of Power/ The Vorinovs Series Extract – Taken by the Vorinovs

Other BDSM Books Extract – A Road to Bondage

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot Gay Erotica Collection

Erotica Extract – A First Time for Everything

About the Author

Chapter 1

Ally McCann looked at the notice board and felt his stomach churn. He knew this was coming, but it was still gut wrenching to see it there in black and white.

D minus!

Fuck! cursed Ally. That bastard Baxter! He’s done this deliberately – I know he has!

With a string of expletives firing off in his head, all aimed at Dr. Garth Baxter, his undeserving History teacher, Ally scanned the results posting to check out the other grades. There were passes everywhere, including some smart Alex who managed to get an A plus.

That boy wants to get a life! growled Ally to no one but himself. I bet he’s never had a ride, nor is he likely to get one as he obviously spends all his time with his head in a book... either that or he’s sucking up to that bastard Baxter – or even more likely, licking his arse!

Ally continued in this vein as he noted a few more grades. It made for very depressing reading. Everyone except himself had passed. Even his rugby team mate and frequent drinking partner, Dougie Fairbairn, had managed to scrape a straight C.

How did the jammy sod manage to do that? muttered Ally rather ungenerously when he saw his friend’s grade. I was relying on him to flunk the course as well so that I wouldn’t stand out as the only one. Fuck!!! Fuck oh bloody fuck!

It was hardly eloquent. But that was Ally down to the ground. Wit and repartee was not his strongest suit. Ally was more a physical sort of guy – rugby being his main passion. Getting rat-arsed with his mates was another favoured past-time – a pint of heavy with a whisky chaser being his tipple of choice. He did some shagging as well when the balance was right – pissed enough to agree to a tryst with some cock hungry tart, but not so drunk he couldn’t get it up and give the bitch a portion. He’d fucked quite a few women during his first year at university without having to make any effort. With his roguish good looks and rugby player build comprising two hundred pounds of chiselled brawn, women were forever throwing themselves at him. But if the truth be known when it came to getting naked, Ally much preferred larking around in the changing rooms after a match to screwing some bimbo’s cunt. But that was not something Ally was ever likely to confess, even to himself.

Ally returned to his grade praying for some miracle. He blinked his eyes and refocused on the mark. He hoped he’d seen it wrong but it was still the same. He’d got a D minus, and no amount of staring at it was going to make it change.

Yet somehow it had to change, or else Ally would be out on his ear. He was already on a written warning for his poor academic performance – one more failed course and he would get sent down.

Baxter! snarled Ally. He knows fine well I need to pass his bloody course. Yet he’s deliberately failed me – and I bet I know why: the big poof that he is!

This of course was ridiculous. Whilst Gareth Baxter was indeed an openly gay man, his sexuality had nothing to do with the pathetic grade Ally had received. Young Mr. McCann had failed the course because he had done little in the way of work, hoping that watching the television series ‘The Tudors’ would give him sufficient insight into the English Reformation to be able to blag his way through the exam. But sadly this strategy fell way short of the mark. If anything, Dr. Baxter had been rather generous in awarding Ally a D minus for his pitiful efforts. And in his heart Ally knew he didn’t deserve to pass, but it was more palatable to take the view of victimisation.

Either way – the grade was the grade. If it stood unchanged then his carefree days as a student were over. He would be sent home in disgrace and might have to find a job – this wasn’t an acceptable option!

Fuck! yelled Ally as he lumbered away shuffling his feet, hands in his pockets, head downcast... but Ally McCann was not a beaten man. He knew that there was always the chance to appeal – and he fully intended to do just that. He would appeal in person to Gareth Baxter – the only man who might agree to improve the grade. Ally was sure he had guile and physical assets to win the good doctor over. A few pints down his throat to loosen him up then Ally would make a very personal call that none of his mates would ever get to know about, no matter how pissed Ally got.

Chapter 2

It was almost five thirty when Ally made the call to Dr. Baxter’s office. It was answered after a couple of rings.

Baxter, snapped a voice at the end of the line.

Erm... Aye... Hello there Dr. Baxter, this is Ally McCann ... from your English Reformation class...

Ally? But you sound like a man.

I am! yelled Ally, infuriated by the remark. He was about to give the cheeky bugger a mouthful when he remembered his situation and forced some calm. Ally... It’s short for Alasdair.

I’m still no better informed. What can I do for you, Mr. McCann?

Ally could feel his blood boiling. How dare the old woofter pretend he didn’t know him! Admittedly Ally hadn’t attended many of the classes, and always sat at the back of the lecture hall when he did deign to turn up. But Baxter had spotted him all right, Ally knew that for sure, and he liked what he saw, or so Ally was hoping – if not then he was seriously fucked. This had to be a wind up and Ally tried to keep his cool.

Erm... well... It’s about the grade I got – the D minus...

There was a pause. Ally was sure he could hear some muffled laughter on the other end of the phone and that made him all the angrier.

So that was you, Dr. Baxter finally answered. My one and only failure – are you calling to apologise for blotting my record?

No! Well, yes... sorry and all that but...

But what?

But... do you think I might be able to see you to discuss it. It should be done in person. Could I pop by your office now?

Now! No... I’m playing squash at six – you should have called earlier. The results were posted this morning. You’ve had all day.

This indeed was true, but after a serious bender the previous night, it was early afternoon before Ally had crawled out of bed, and he had spent the last couple of hours in the sports bar partaking of some Dutch courage before making this call.

Sorry. What about tomorrow then? asked Ally not best pleased – he wanted to get this over and done with as quickly as possible.

You obviously didn’t attend my final class or you would know that tomorrow I fly to Boston, where I am scheduled to give some lectures on the Elizabethan Era. If you wish to discuss your grade then you’ll have to take it up with Professor Allis.

That dithering old...

You should choose your words more carefully, young man! snapped the historian. Professor Allis may be a septuagenarian, but he is head of faculty, and the only person other than me who can help you.

This again was true. Ally had been referred to Professor Allis before on such a matter and had his grade marked downwards for impertinence. The senile old fool would be of no help whatsoever - there were no academic grounds for awarding a pass. Ally had to use a different approach, and Baxter was the man he had to target."

But please Dr. Baxter. Isn’t there any way I could see you before you leave for America... I have to see you... It’s really important.

Mmmph! mused the doctor as he paused for a moment to mull the matter over before finally answering, Well, if you think it would be worth your while, I could see you after my squash match.

That would be great. When should I come to your office?

Oh I won’t be coming back here. I’ll be going straight home afterwards. I’ll give you the address and you can call round at seven thirty.

The address was given then Dr. Baxter hung up.

Ally McCann ordered another pint and sat down to drink it with a huge grin on his face.

Inviting me to his house indeed, Ally mumbled into his glass. Of course he knows who I am. The old faggot wants to get into my pants, and I suppose I better let him. He can have a feel of my cock and maybe a suck on my knob. I quite fancy a blowjob as it happens. Sod getting a C, I’m going for a B: a B for a blowjob – that sounds about right. He’ll be putty in my hands.

Chapter 3

The house was stuck out in the middle of nowhere and it had